Hip Hop Flavored Preachin’

Ya’ll better check your roots
You bunch of brutes
Cause you ain’t got no soul
Respect and you don’t roll
This is rhythm and blues?
Man, I don’t know
Back when we had dancin’ shoes
And things to lose
There was a lot more love
Now all I see is fools and thugs
What happened to the individual?
Creating his own flow
Dancin’ to the beat of his own drum
Staying out of trouble
Cause he really didn’t want none
Money and trouble seem synonymous
So maybe it’s better to be anonymous
To avoid the void
That comes with the big empty house
That turns you from a man of character to a louse
So it’s better we douse ourselves with something of substance
And have right thoughts occupy our minds
To remind
Mankind
Of the beauties of the human spirit
You gotta say it out loud
For somebody to hear it